- May 5, 2023
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It feels as though in the flurry of busy days since her kits were born, Bobbie hasn't seen Plaguekit as much. The three little dark-furred bundles have certainly kept her paws full, yes, but she's aware much has happened in the patchy kit's life as well. He'd likely seen Snowpath's death by tree, been saved by the now-dead warrior in fact, and now the dog attack ... Bobbie worries for him a touch, even if it's likely for nothing in the end given his mischieviously carefree demeanour. And so, here she is, crossing camp to him as she has before; this time, her gait is slowed not by an expectant belly but by the wounds reaching around one side.
When she arrives by Plaguekit, who appears relatively still for once, she somewhat cautiously seats herself (first checking for carefully placed thorns, recalling previous "pranks") and glances over at the patchy kitten. She's fond of him, for some strange reason; he's been around camp, that she knows, she's just been busy. Bobbie mews tentatively, "Hey, Plaguekit. Feels like I h-haven't seen you in a while, little g-guy."
// @Plaguekit !!